Although Su Mo had mentally prepared himself, he was still creeped out by the face that was revealed below the cloak.
Knife scars, whip scars, and footprints.
Purple bruises and a bloody mouth.
The face was the size of two palms, covered in marks and injuries all over, and there was not a single piece of skin that was unharmed.
Further down from the chin to the chest, there were even more bruises and streaks. If not for the cold weather that temporarily prevented the wounds from getting worse, the injuries would have been fatal within a week or two in warmer weather.
"You lost your voice?"
"Woo…"
Seeing Su Mo's face close up, the person could confirm that this was the "Almighty Su" on the live broadcast that snipped two foreign gods twice!
The shorter person's tears began to flow uncontrollably.
He could not even feel the pain when the tears glazed across the wounds on his face.
"You're a woman?"
